Chapter 29 Maverick
Maverick
Spending the afternoon at Whitestone Pen was an experience I never want to relive again.
That place houses the worst of the worst criminals on the East Coast. Harley seems to be holding up in there, especially since he has protection of the Irish which I didn’t see coming but it's a good thing. It made me feel so much better knowing he’s okay.
I much rather him be home with us, but we are still waiting for his blood test to show positive that he was drugged and didn’t rape the cunt.
But me and Casp have a plan, which I hope will work in our favor.
If it doesn’t, we are all out of options.
Turning into the driveway of the Cyprus mansion, I see Caspian is already here and the party has started. Perfect.
Getting out of my car, I grab the duffel bag and place it in my trunk, then reach into my pocket, grabbing a joint and lighting it.
I take a second to revel in the woodsy aroma as I inhale the sweet smoke.
I haven’t been able to get high all day and now it’s time to unwind.
I’ve been going through more mary than normal as of late.
Ever since the day at Presley's house months ago, I can’t bring myself to cut back like I usually do.
I let my anger and rage overpower the rational side of my brain but it never shuts off.
It never stops yapping. It's always going a mile a minute, but when I smoke, it calms it down, bringing it to a slow and steady pace. One minute, I want to burn the world. But in the next, I want to feel those flames licking up my skin, burning away at my flesh until everything is silent. That’s the beauty of it all. Dangerous fucking Beauty.
Taking a deep inhale, I hold it then exhale as I think about the call I received last night from Presley.
It was so good to hear her voice. I just wanted to stop everything I was doing, which was hacking into the PD and trying to see if they tampered with any evidence they had found, but her voice put everything to a halt.
I had my keys in hand and was ready to go get her, but she wouldn’t let me.
I could tell by her pleas and the tone in her voice that she is struggling tremendously, and it truly hurts my heart that I can’t do shit for her.
I just want her home. All of them home. After getting off the phone, I tossed one of my computer screens across the room, causing Casp to come in to see what the fuck my problem was.
So I told him about Presley, and he immediately took his phone out and called over to Hillsboro.
Of course, he got nothing. That place is a fucking cesspool, but I was able to easily hack into their system, finding out who owns the place.
Dalton Callaghan. So I dug deeper and found out that he’s associated with some of the men Caspian is working with.
Hopefully, he was able to set up a meeting with them, because again, we are running out of options.
Girls giggling and guys cheering take me out of my racing thoughts as I walk around the side of the house into the back where girls are in bikinis mud wrestling.
I shake my head. Casp always knows how to throw a good party.
I continue to smoke my joint as I make my way over to the garage, but someone grabs me, and I look to see blue nails trailing up my arm.
“Hey, Mav, it’s been a hot minute,” Chanelle says seductively as she juts out her tits. I roll my eyes and nod.
“Yeah, it has. How are you?” I ask, trying to be polite, but really just wanting to run away. I’m itching to know if Casp's plan worked or not.
“I’m okay. Can we maybe get together tonight? I’ve missed you, baby,” she whines as she presses her body against mine, but I gently push her off me.
“I’m sorry, Chanelle. I can’t right now,” I tell her, and she nods with a frown then walks away towards a group of girls watching us. I take a deep breath, relighting my joint then walk over to Casp, sitting at the table playing cards.
“Yo, we good?” I ask, and he nods, completely engrossed in the game. Fucking typical. “Where’s Brax?” And that has his attention. His face snaps to mine, and I raise a brow. What the fuck is that look?
“Give me a moment. Let me win this dough then we will talk. Plus, we have somewhere to be,” he tells me, and the guys laugh.
“Y’all tag teaming those two watching us?” Monkey asks, and we laugh.
“Yeah, Casp. We tag teaming those bitches tonight?”
“Sure are. Read ‘em and weep boys.” He grins, laying his cards on the table.
Royal flush wins the game. They all groan as Casp collects his cash and rises from his seat.
“Catch you boys later. Monkey keep an eye out,” he orders, and Monkey nods, collecting the cards and shuffling them as we walk towards the bar.
“Everything in place?” I ask, and he smiles.
“Yep. Just waiting on Nick to text me,” he answers.
“Well, where’s Brax?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“I don’t know,”
“What do you mean you don’t know. What the fuck?”
“Listen, we were all set to come here, and I may have said some shit th–”
“What the fuck did you do?” I growl. I’m so sick of all the fighting. We need to come together and not keep pushing each other away.
“He’s spiraling deep. Deeper than before so I threw some shit in his face,” he says so nonchalantly like it doesn’t matter.
“Like what, Casp? Your words are sometimes more lethal than your fists, so what did you say to him?”
“Not my story to tell, but he needed a reminder of the past and how much he’s acting like our mother.”
“Fuck! So that sent him running, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, after I held a knife to his throat. I told him to grow the fuck up,” he chuckles, and I huff.
“Not everyone deals with shit the same way you do. Bury it for another day and hope it doesn’t explode in my face,” I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.
“You think you’re so smart, Rick, but you’re wrong. I deal with my shit, I just don’t let things I can’t control overrun my life. But speaking of exploding, I brought a little friend to our party tonight,” he says, lifting his shirt, showing me his belt lined with grenades.
“We are not blowing up the mansion. Get that shit out of your head right now,” I scold, but he laughs, shaking his head.
“Maybe a part of the tunnels. I haven’t decided,” he says as his phone goes off, lighting up his eyes. “Fuck yes. Let’s go. It’s time to get some answers,”
“Lead the way, do you want a beer?” I ask before taking a step away.
He turns and nods, sticking two fingers up, so I go behind the bar and grab four beers, then follow behind him as we walk towards the back door of the mansion.
Instead of going into the house, we take a left into the closet and go down the steps into the tunnels.
Locking the door behind me, the cold musty air smacks us both in the face the further down we go. Casp keys in the code on the door and it unlocks. Screams permeate the room, and we quickly shut the sound proof door, not wanting anyone to know we are down here or who we have in here.
Walking into the room, Mila and Violet both hang naked from the chains attached to the ceiling.
I hate coming down here. As kids, this room was always off limits, and one time, which was the last time I was in here, Grandad was covered in blood and I saw what the inside of a human body looked like.
I’ll never forget that day. Seeing intestines slither to the floor and the goop that came with it.
Each rib was cracked open and protruding from the man's body like daggers pointed outwards. The smell was so strong I threw up, which is how I was caught. It’s the first time my Granddad ever screamed at me.
His eyes were wild and dark. He was always a tough man.
No bullshit type of guy. Very stern, yet loving, but the man in that basement covered in blood wasn’t the same man I loved.
I shake my head as the smell of weed snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Here, you ready for this?” Casp asks, and I nod.
“Let’s get some fucking answers,” I reply as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I ignore it and take the joint from my brother and inhale deeply, walking up to Violet. Her eyes widen as tears fall down her face. Her body trembles in fear and I smile.
“Do you know why you are here?” I ask, and she shakes her head. Then I look at Mila and she does the same.
“Interesting.” Casp smirks, as he takes out his knife, twirling it in his hand, then brings it to Mila’s throat.
“I think you both are lying. Funny how on the same night, you both were in bed with my brothers, so to speak,” I accuse, and Violet shakes her head.
“Well, this one decided it would be a great idea to drug Harley and cry rape,” Casp says sinisterly as he drags the knife down her chest. Her pale skin splits like butter and blood drips down and around her small tits.
She screams as Violet thrashes against the chains with tears pouring down her face while continuing to shake her head.
“Liars!” I spit.
“No! Y-you don’t understand. T-hey they…” Violet trails off.
“Vi, don’t!” Mila spits,
“No, go ahead, Violet. Do tell. I bet we already know the answers. We just need to hear you say the word,” I growl, walking over to the wood table.
“P-please, don’t hurt us. We were only following orders,” Violet sings.
I pick up the metal poker and the propane tank, switching it on as the blue flames come to life.
I lick my lips, loving the way the heat glows a gorgeous orange at the tip.
Shutting the tank off, I place it down. Mila’s screams are like music to my soul, but Violet's begging brings peace to it.